This is a song about "Sking down hills"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

To come and change my life around

// [but i won't back down]

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I'm only head over hills when you give ma dick a lick on a peak.